“Oooohh! It’s even bigger than I remembered. It feels so good inside me. So good!”
It had taken me a long eighteen years to return to my mother’s womb the first time. It took only a few more weeks for my second return entrance.
Mom straightened up and sat down with all her weight, driving my cock deeper inside her than ever before. She sat still with her eyes closed, savoring the feeling, and then raised her face towards the ceiling with eyes closed. Her hands went to her breasts and cupped them, followed by a squeeze and pinch of her nipples.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down even further.
“Oh! That’s it! That’s it! This is even better than I imagined.”
Mom’s hips began a dance that gyrated, causing her vagina to swallow and expel my hard cock at a tremendous rate. Maybe Mom lasted longer than me because I had just finished eating that tasty pussy and making her cum. I couldn’t hold back, and came first.
“Aahh!” I breathed out. “Take it, Mom,” I whispered. “Take all my cum…”
“Eric, my baby. Give it to Mommy! Fill me up until I-AAHHH! I’M CUMMING!”
Mom’s orgasm shook the bed as she thrashed back and forth and up and down. Her face was contorted with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open as far as it would go.
“FUCK! FUCK!” she shrieked. Then it was over for both of us. Mom slumped, and fell against my chest. We left my cock where it was-home inside of my mother.
“I love you, Mom.” It was like a dying gasp, because that was about all the energy I had left. “We’re going to be all right. You and me together.”
“I love you too, honey. I know, I know. I know now. Eric, I know now.”
Mom seemed to be dreaming and whispering nothings, some of which I could understand when her voice rose to at least a whisper.
“That trash. The bathroom. That day, that day. I didn’t know what to do.”
“Didn’t know what, Mom?”
“What to do. The decision.”
“What are you talking about,” I asked. This was stating to scare me.
Mom took, a deep breath, and pushed herself upright, still keeping my deflating penis inside her.
“I lied to your father, you know. To get the divorce.”
“You lied about what.”
“I’ve just come to a big decision. Well, two decisions. One is that I’m not going to take another drink until next year.”
I figured she was blaming tonight at least partially on the wine.
“The second is I’m keeping it!”
“Keeping what?”
Mom smiled, bent down and gave me a slow, sloppy, deep French kiss that got my cock going to attention again. She whispered in my ear:
“We’re going to be millionaires… Daddy!”